Thursday, March 19, 2015

a poem for my wife

laugh! you're only forty now. still young.it's time to get dressed up &shimmy your fine self to the front& let your presence be known.measure yourself by your divine calling& not by the frailty of others.rail against those who would pressin on your joy, your creativity.engage that enemy with passion.vie for your freedom - relentlessly -& for the freedom of others.never stop moving your feet.venture deeper into the great dance.leap into my arms; let me embrace youin every moment's movement, let meembrace you in wonder & thankful yes forthis is you: my bright & beautiful star.